“Put it on pause,” I asked in the middle of the movie, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

She paused it and then followed me to the bedroom. I thought she was following me in order to try and persuade me to stop watching the movie and start doing her, but she went into the bedroom and grabbed her phone and began to walk out. At that point I locked arms with her and stopped her in her tracks.

“Just a minute, young lady. What are you trying to hide?” I asked as I grabbed the phone out of her hands. I typed in the passcode and began going into her history. She tried to grab it back, but with my right hand I kept her at bay.

“No, Daddy! Nothing! I swear! Nothing. Give it back! Please, give it back!”

Lo was acting mighty suspicious with that phone for it to be nothing. Her pleading grew in intensity and her physical forays were too much for me to fend off with just one hand. She got the phone and rifled through it, quickly deleting her history.

“What was on there?” I demanded.

She sat down like a scolded schoolgirl and looked up at me with trepidation and shame.


“Lo, either you tell me or the punishment will be even worse.”

“Promise?!” she asked with excitement.

“Not that kind of punishment.”

Back to dejection.

After some moments of interrogation she finally fessed up. “OK, so I had about forty-five minutes to myself at work today and I went onto a literotica site and read some porn.”

“What sort of porn was it that you were too embarrassed to have me see it?”

“I, I can’t,” she stammered.

“Out with it.”

“Please, no. It’s too humiliating.”

“What was it?”


“Lo, we’ve been through a lot together — your fascination with glory holes, your gang-bang fantasies, your thing for dogs — you call me ‘Daddy’ for heaven’s sake! — what else could there possibly be?”

She was silent for a little while. Then she began slowly. “Remember how we went to the pep rally for the university’s football team the other day?”

“Yessss,” I said slowly, recalling how she was flirting with each of the players she met. I half expected her to fess up that she’s been carrying on an affair with one of them. That would have been fine, except for the fact that she didn’t tell me about it. But that wasn’t it at all.

She continued, “Well, remember the mascot?”

“Not really.”

“He was dressed in a big dog outfit and running around the field.”

“Um, yeah, now I remember.”


“Oh my God! Don’t tell me you now have a fetish for furries!!!”

She nodded in affirmation.

After a moment of shock, I then smiled and said, “I guess I’ve got my Halloween costume picked out for me.”

“Really?! You’ll do that for me?”

“Lo,” I began. I was kidding. But she looked so hopeful that I couldn’t let her down. So I followed that up with, “for you, of course.”

“Oh, Daddy, you’re the best!”

“Now tell me,” I started to inquire.


“Did you jill it at work?”

“I had the whole room overlooking the city to myself.”

“You didn’t?”
“It had been a long time since I did it at work, Daddy.”

“So you felt like you deserved it?”

“No, I just felt like doing it. And so I did. Over my pants. Well, not totally. At the end I did have my hands down my pants.”

“What pants were you wearing?”

“These,” she said, showing me her black yoga pants that she wore like tights under her long blouse.

“Oh, Lo! You have to be careful.”

“Not to worry, Daddio, next week we have a special speaker coming in doing a workshop on sexual compulsivity.”

“Well, make sure you get to it and don’t end up in the ladies room pleasuring yourself!”

“Yes sir.”

[From: mysexlifewithlola.com]

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